Wounded as Well

Kim and Jeff couldn't leave the home area to mine for minerals because of the new arrivals. Like Kim had been on arrival, Lester was severely wounded under his fur, cuts and bruises coating his body. T'salam also had wounds, her arms and legs now bleeding purple blood.

Jeff resumes cutting trees and collecting their apples while replanting new saplings. He also rerouts some of the water from the bath to irrigate a small wheat farm, which he collects as well. Kim had taken over crafting more weapons, tools, and armor for their new friends. "We're going to have to carve wooden armor," she tells Jeff as he returns from his woodchopping with wheat bundles and logs in hand, "Our supply of stone can't be replenished until they heal."

Jeff approaches the pair and kneels beside them. Their breathing was ragged and laboured. He begins to feed them ground apples and the small amount of bread he had made. They both cough as they eat but the food's effects return their breathing to normal.

Was everyone so **** in this world? Halflings seemed so strong when healed and fed yet he always finds them near ****.

After making sure they don't **** on the food, he walks towards his own bed, taking a seat on the leaves. He takes out his remaining wheat and starts grinding it into flour for more bread. As he works, he faces Kim, "I've just fed them apple sauce and some bread. They should come around soon I hope. I also checked their wounds. You were right, they have the same fast healing as we do and their wounds are already closing with just that small amount of food."

As soon as he says that, Lester starts to stir from where he lay. His eyes open slowly, "Mmmm...what...happened..?" His speech is slurred and still rough. Full alertness comes to him like an electric shock, his body bolting into a sitting position and eyes scanning his surroundings. Jeff rises slowly from his bedroll and walks towards Lester, patting him on the shoulder, "Easy, Lester. Your going to be alright now. You had some pretty nasty wounds under your fur but they are healed now-"

He looks over at T'salam, who is also coming around, "T'salam! Are you alright? Say something!" Her responce is to stare into Lester's onyx eyes with her own dark purple gaze of frustration, "You always overreact. We talked about this." Lester was too overjoyed and busy embracing her to hear half of what she said. She looks at Jeff, "Thank you. I guess we can tell you our story now."